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COPTBIGHT 1911 BY 

M. E. D. 
Canton, III. 



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To those 

who love me best 

these rhythmic thoughts are 

affectionately dedicated. 



"O will of God, holy and just and good, 

Lead Thou me on: 
Lead where the feet of Christ have walked and 
stood, 

Lead Thou me on: 
Choose Thou my path; appoint events for me: 
The path, though rough, shall surely lead to 

Thee." 

—A. R. T. 



Lilies of the Valley 

LILIES of the valley! 
No fairer flower has grown- 
Sweet and pure your fragrance 
On gentle zephyrs blown. 

Ring on white lily-bells! 

Your notes of trust so clear, 
Your messages of love, 

Of purity and cheer. 

O lovely lily-bells! 

More choice than any gem, 
Your purity would make 

A priceless diadem. 



Johnnie Jump-up 

LITTLE Johnnie Jump-up, 
Thrusting up your head 
Through the leaves and grasses 
From your winter bed, 

You're a little treasure 

Of the early spring. 
How we love you, Johnnie! 

You winsome little thing. 

Little Johnnie Jump-up, 

Like the sky so blue, 
Sprinkled o'er with diamonds. 

Wet with morning dew. 

We are glad to see you, 
Down amongst the grass, 

You're a sight most welcome 
To us as we pass. 



JOHNNIE JUMP-UP 

Little Johnnie Jump-up 
Little flowers blue, 

Little friends of childhood, 
Dear to us are you. 



A Daisy Field 

AFIELD strewn o'er with daisies 
By gentle zephyrs blown. 
Wild daisies bowing, bending, 
By God's own hand were sown. 

O dainty little blossoms ! 

With petals pearly white, 
And little yellow centers 

Made up of golden light. 

Will you whisper where you were 

On softest breezes blown? 
Now you dot an earthly field, 

But were you near God's throne ? 

Are you purest souls so white 

Of angel children dear, 
Who wandered out of heaven 

After a sunset here? 



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DAISY FIELD ,11 

And then to add to beauty 

Of earth, God let you stay 
And blossom into daisies 

In His own perfect way? 

And when the summer's over, 

On wings of purest love 
Will you be wafted gently 

Back to heaven above? 

Then thank God for the beauty 

Where daisy-fields appear, 
And for this added blessing 

You brought to us while here. 



Spring 

OUR dear little friends, the Robins, are 
here. 
Again they have come to bring us good 

cheer. 
They will make their nests in the same 

old trees, 
Their babies be rocked by the gentle breeze. 

Old March with his sighs and his weary 

groans, 
His whistle so sharp and his dreary moans, 
Will soon have departed, and April's tear 
The sun brightly shining through it sq 

clear 

Will be calling flowers from winter's sleep. 
And if you are watching you'll see them 

peep 
Their dear little heads up above the sod 
Just doing their best to glorify God. 



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SPRING 13 

And soon will be coming bright days of 

May 
With their gentle breezes and blossoms gay. 
Thus spring has departed and gone so soon, 
And summer's arrived with its days of 

June. 



Apple Blossoms 

FRAGRANT scented apple blossoms! 
Apple blossoms pink and white 
Cover thick the twigs and branches; 
Thus secluded, out of sight. 

What a rampart for the robins! 

Where they built their little nests, 
Now concealed by fragrant blossoms, 

Such a home ! — so sweetly blessed. 

In the tree are many mansions, 

Through God's love they are prepared 

Where there's room for many birdlings, 
Each one is by Him thus cared. 

In God's house are "many mansions," 
We may share them, you and I, 

If we, like His winged creatures. 
Will aspire to soar on high. 



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A June Birthday 

OWHO could choose so lovely an hour 
To enter life, as in June! 
Birds sweetly carol from tree and tower, 
And all the world sings in tune. 

This is the month when the roses bloom 
And softest of zephyrs blow; 

When all is spun from the fairest loom 
By heaven, for earth below. 

I would have the sweetest roses bloom 
For you, each day while you live; 

The richest blessings from fairest loom 
Spun for you, that heaven can give. 

I would have your days from needless cares 

Ever free, until they cease. 
I would have your last sun set so fair 

It will bring sweet rest and peace. 



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The Country 

FIND us a way to leave the town! 
As night comes on and sun goes 
down — 
To watch the sunset and the sky, 
The snowy white-caps heaped on high : 

To scent the fragrant zephyrs blown 
Over a clover field fresh mown, 
And feel the cooling breezes lure 
When wafted o're the field so pure. 

To watch the listless patient kine 
Wand'ring along in broken line 
'Cross the field far as eye can sight 
As home they go, by waning light; 

And feel that calm, sweet silence fall 
In benediction pure, o'er all; 
Enjoy the rest of country sweet 
Amidst the drouth of summer heat. 



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THE COUNTRY 17 

Then let us to the country fly 
Where nature reigns, and God is nigh, 
Thus near to nature's heart we find 
Sweet solace for the heart and mind. 



Autumn 

ACROSS the meadow stand the trees, 
All decked in autumn dress; 
A gorgeous sight one seldom sees 
In hues of loveliness. 

Leaves, orange, crimson, brown and gold, 

They rustle in the breeze 
Awaiting frosty winds so cold. 

To waft them from the trees. 

Bright autumn tints and sunset clouds, 

True beauty God has given, 
An earthly foretaste here allowed 

Of beauty rare in heaven. 

If we did not believe in God, 

Such beauty here on earth. 
Ever before us full and free, 

From some place given a birth. 



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AUTUMN 19 

Must lead to see Him — it would seem — 

For back of beauty rare, 
A spark of God must ever gleam, 

A Father's love and care. 



Clover 

BEAUTIFUL sweet pink clover 
In the field across the way, 
To eyes which love your language 
What do you seem to say ? 

You tell us of the sunshine, 
And of the summer showers 

Dropped on you from pearly founts, 
Which freshen all your flowers. 

You tell us of the care of God 
For all that He has wrought, 

That all the beauty He has made 
Came from His loving thought. 

And if He cares for nature, 
For bird and flower and tree, 

He will care much more for us, 
This we, through faith, must see. 



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CLOVER 21 

And all this beauty given 

By Him, so kind and free, 
Made and planned by His kind hand, 

Was meant for you and me. 



Snow 

THE earth was spread with a spotless 
sheen 
When the day awoke into Hght, 
Covering all unsightly and mean, 

With the drifts which hid from sight. 

And every tree which reached toward the 
sky, 

Revealed by the rays of light 
Each tiny branch, hanging low and high, 

A feathery web of white. 

And as the mantle spread o'er the earth 
Of ermine so white and pure, 

Concealing the things so void of worth. 
He who thus sent it, I'm sure 

Can cover sins of the past so deep — 
Unsightly though they may be — 

With a mantle of mercy, and keep 
Us ever in purity. 

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The Robin's Song 

A LITTLE bird, high up over my head, 
^^ Chirped over and over— these words 
he said : 

"Deary, deary, deary." 
And then he said more, but his notes so 

clear 
I could not make out, though laden with 
cheer. 

Perhaps they only were meant for the ear 
Of one in the world to him the most dear ; 

Cheery, cheery, cheery. 
But enough I got from his cheery song 
To carry 'round with me the whole day 
long. 

O, Robin ! I know from your little throat 
God sings to the weary through every note, 

"Deary, deary, deary." 
If we will but listen with heart and ear, 
We must feel His spirit hovering near! 
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24 THE ROBIN'S SONG 

And lighter will grow the heart if we heed 
Little bird Robin, who brings cheer in need, 

Cheery, cheery, cheery. 
And must closer be drawn to Him on high, 
Who ever is watching with unwearied eye. 



Something to Do 

TWO little boys went skipping along. 
Blithely they whistled a merry song. 
Little bare heads and small bare feet 
Soon were lost sight of way down the street. 

A little brook went hurrying by, 

And seemed to say, "There's no time to 

sigh." 
Ever deeper and wider it grew. 
Singing merrily, "Something to do." 

A little bird sang sweetly a song 
Over and over the whole day long, 
"Happy, so happy," he seemed to say, 
While cheerily singing all the day. 

Dear little urchins, brook, and wee bird, 
I was listening, your lesson I heard; 
Something to do, yes, something to do, 
I'd help cheer the world as well as you. 



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26 SOMETHING TO DO 

Some must serve working, and some 

through fate, 
Only serve when they patiently wait. 
Thus must I serve if I would bring cheer 
And blessing to those around me here. 



Resignation 

I LAY on my cot by the window 
Looking o'er the meadow beyond, 
And thanked my God for the beauty 
Of which I am rapturously fond. 

Across the way lay the meadow, 
And beyond a thick bank of trees 

Standing dense, dark green, so lovely! 
Erect midst the soft June breeze. 

And nowhere more beautiful sunsets 
Than from my window I see. 

O, may I think more of God's goodness 
He's ever bestowing on me. 

And less of self, my God, and its ills. 

And help me to ever believe 
The things which now are so hard to bear, 

Are best for me now to receive; 



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28 RESIGNATION 

And look for the beautiful sunsets, 
The meadow and trees to see, 

'Till my ills have all of them vanished 
In the beauty of earth and Thee. 



A Prayer 

THOU wilt keep him in perfect peace 
Whose mind is stayed on Thee." 
O, make my mind so stayed, dear Lord, 
Such peace will be given me. 

Help me no idol, Lord, to have, 

To lead away from Thee; 
Take Thou away all hind'ring thought 

Which keeps this peace from me. 

"All things I can do — sufferings bear. 

If thou, my Lord, be there." 
Purge Thou my heart and mind, my God, 

From all such thought and care 

Which grieves Thy Holy Spirit, Lord, 

And keeps Thyself from me. 
That I may help receive like them 

Whose minds are stayed on Thee. 



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30 A PRAYER 

Help me, that by my life I may 

Impart to others, peace; 
That I will truly live for Thee 

Until this life shall cease. 

O, help my unconscious living, 

Ever and always to be 
That which will help them around me. 

Nearer, nearer to Thee. 



Waiting — A Prayer 

I AM waiting, dear Lord, only waiting. 
As it seems thus to be my fate, 
I'd be among them of whom it is said— 
*They serve also who only wait." 

I am trusting, dear Lord, only trusting, 
O, be thou my refuge and strength! 

While in this enforced idleness use me, 
Keep my thoughts from time and its 
length. 

I am leaning, dear Lord, only leaning, 
Just trusting Thy dear loving care; 

For it may be through patiently waiting 
I can serve through the cross I bear. 

I am praying, dear Lord, only praying 
I may serve and be used by Thee. 

I may know not the best way of serving. 
Through sickness, not health, it may be. 

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32 WAITING— A PRAYER 

I am waiting, dear Lord, only waiting — ■ 

O, may I so patiently wait! 
I shall hereafter find I have helped some, 

When we meet at the "Golden Gate." 



Weary 

EACH day brings much to bear, and 
I'm so weary, 
It's often hard to look bright and be cheery ; 
The night comes on, but with it, loss of 

slumber. 
And cares, which press me by their weight 

and number. 
Are laid upon me day by day — I'm weary ! 
And yet, for others' sake, I must be cheery. 

And looking forward to a bright tomorrow 
That's free from disappointment, pain and 

sorrow. 
If I faint not, I'll prove the old, old story 
That sorrow rightly borne e'er leads to 

glory; 
And after grief and darkness — O, so 

dreary — 
Such light will shine that I'll no more be 

weary. 



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No Night 

REV. 22:5 

THE day-Star dawns, the night will soon 
be o'er, 
The darkness past. Safe on that peaceful 

shore 
They need no sun to radiate the light; 
The Christ's pure halo there excludes the 
night. 

Good cheer to us it brings — no night, no 

night — 
Who through long hours so sad have 

groped for light, 
Who through the darkness of the night 

have kept 
A weary vigil, and oft times have wept. 

Sweet solace is there in the sacred thought 
That Christ, for us, through perfect love, 
has wrought 

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NO NIGHT 35 

A place where there is ever endless dawn- 
Through Him the darkness and the night 
are gone. 



Sleep 

OBALM of sleep: — Our tired eyes 
close, 
Relief thus comes from sorrow's throes; 
Through it we find that blessed release 
From care, which conscious hours increase, 
And learn the depth of words so deep — 
"He giveth His beloved sleep." 

O balm of sleep! We long for rest 
When worn by life's hard strife and test; 
The hours with thee thus calmly spent 
We feel our God has kindly sent 
This rest so dear to those who weep — 
*'He giveth His beloved sleep." 

The path to take, concealed from sight, 
Lord, make it plain by heavenly light. 
Redeemed, oh, may we ever be 
Among the ones beloved by Thee. 
Thus, Father, wilt Thou safely keep 
And give us — Thy beloved — sleep. 

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Grief 

MY heart makes moan in the darkness 
and gloom, 
For so clouded and filled with fears, a 

tomb 
It seems, in which disappointment and grief 
Are laid; ever seeking for some relief; 
For something to bear the burden away 
Which is changing to gloom the light of 
day. 

''Let this cup, if possible, pass from me,'* 
Thus the Christ did pray, yet it had to be, 
And even He, in his grief, could not see 
And cried to God — Why forsakest Thou 

me? 
And if He, my example, perfect, pure, 
Such suffering bore, cannot I endure ? 

O God, give courage and strength to 

endure ! 
Never once fainting, believing that sure 

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38 GRIEF 

Thou wilt answer in time in Thy good way. 
Thou wilt bring to pass this for which I 

pray. 
May I patiently wait, give strength, belief, 
Each hour and each day till there comes 

relief. 



Waiting — Soliloquy 

I AM waiting, merely waiting for strength 
To take up the tasks laid aside; 
The days and nights are oft weary in 
length, 
And in many ways I am tried. 

I'm waiting for God to answer my prayers 

Which over and over I ask; 
I know even He, to root out the tares 

Has a long and arduous task. 

I'm waiting, just waiting, for things I miss, 
That I'm longing for more and more, 

On the other side of death's dark abyss 
I shall have, when I reach the shore. 

I am waiting to meet some gone before, 

Who're watching and waiting till we 
Are freed from earth's toils, and our spirits 
soar 
With other redeemed ones to Thee. 

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40 WAITING— SOLILOQUY 

I am waiting to reach the pearly gates 
Where sorrow is known never more, 

And there for dear ones I'll patiently wait 
With my Saviour — across the shore. 



A Dreary Day 

A DARK and dreary day, with clouds 
Of cold blue-gray in heavy shrouds, 
Throughout the day, concealed from sight 
The fair blue sky and orb of light. 

But gazing heavenward, up on high 
I saw God's promise in the sky; 
The radiant colors, varied, bright, 
There painted in a glowing light. 

And then I saw a rainbow shine 
In heavy burdened souls like mine ; 
For back of clouds, if we could be, 
A silver lining we would see. 

So after somber days of grief, 
When clouds pass o'er, there comes relief, 
There ever shines a heavenly light 
For those whoVe passed through darkest 
night. 



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42 A DREARY DAY 

Then let us ne'er despair, but trust, 
God rules ! and He is ever just ; 
Believing in the end there'll be 
A raveling out of mystery. 



Trust 

IF 'twere not for my trust in Jesus, 
If I had to walk all alone, 
If I did not hope in His mercy, 

Know His blood for sin would atone. 

If I could not go to Him always 
With every burden and care. 

If I did not feel He were listening 
To hear all my sorrow in prayer, 

If I did not believe He knew all — 
Every longing and every thought. 

For each one of us would have mercy 
When we fail to do what we ought ; 

If I had no hope He would answer 
Our prayers for dear ones and save. 

If I had no faith that a heaven 

For them through atonement He gave, 



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44 TRUST 

Then my heart would be crushed with 
sorrow — 

'Twould be greater than I could bear — 
But I trust His love and His mercy, 

For each one of us He doth care. 



A Patch of Blue Sky 

DRIP, drip, drip— 
The rain has been falling all day, 
The clouds hanging heavy and low 
Not once have been pierced by a ray. 

But as day is changing to night 
We can see soaring up on high, 

The clouds growing misty and thin, 
And a small patch of bright blue sky. 

Drip, drip, drip — 

Youth's dreams have oft changed to 
sorrow, 
And our lives are so full of care 

That we dread each new tomorrow. 

But there will be surely a time 
If we will stand faithfully by 

We shall see the clouds are shifting, 
And a small patch of bright blue sky. 



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A Prayer for Peace 

LORD, purge my mind from every 
thought 
Through sin and fallen nature wrought. 
My love for Thee each day increase, 
Thus give me peace, this perfect peace. 

May I the things by Thee be taught 
What not to do, and what I ought. 
That every troubled thought will cease, 
So give me peace, this perfect peace. 

May all my earthly hates and loves 

Be subject to Thy will above. 

Thus may I ever have a lease 

Of calm sweet peace, — this perfect peace. 



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Secluded 

SECLUDED in each heart there is con- 
cealed a shrine — 
A sacred place in every other soul, and 

mine — 
Known only to itself alone, and to its God. 
This space concealed, by other souls has 
ne'er been trod. 

It may be grief, it may be sin or shame, is 
there, 

Whate'er it is, the knowledge none but God 
can share; 

For only He can fully understand, I trow. 

The thought, the action, and the circum- 
stance, and know. 

I thank Him, hearts and minds and indi- 
vidual grief 
Are known by Him — our God — for this 
must bring relief 



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48 SECLUDED 

To feel there's one, the God of love, and 

He doth care 
For all the sin and grief each stricken heart 

must bear. 



Darkness 

THERE are hearts at times in such 
gloom of night, 
Through the clouds of grief keeping out 

the light, 
It would seem even God had veiled His 

face; 
His presence, His love, and His boundless 

grace 
So far av^ay seem from the troubled soul. 
Surrounded by waves and far from the 

goal, 
Such pain and sorrow continually roll — 
They crush and darken the home of the 

soul. 

O God, be there when such darkness is 

felt! 
When the heart's in this gloom so cold, 

oh melt 
It by Thy infinite love ; may it rend 
The gloom. Thy spirit the Comforter send. 

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50 DARKNESS 

So open the heart, we will trust alway 
Thou wilt give strength for the needs of 

each day, 
And may Thy voice sound above the dark 

wave 
"Peace be still — O fear not for I will save." 



A Weary Road 

"Commit thy way unto the Lord, trust also in Him 
and He shall bring it to pass." 

OLORD, the road's so rough and dark, 
I cannot see my way. 
The Lord made answer, Only trust, 
It's near the break of day. 

O Lord, the darkness grows more dense. 

There's utter loss of sight. 
The Lord replied, With patience wait 

And you shall see the light. 

O Lord, the way seems very long, 

I fear I yet may fall. 
The Lord made answer, Just have faith, 

I hear you when you call. 

O Lord, Fm weary and so weak, 

My heart so oft has bled. 
He said, Fear not, I've walked this path 

Ere this, and tears have shed. 
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52 A V/EARY ROAD 

O Lord, I fear to longer go, 

For I've so weary grown. 
The Lord then said, Just lean on me. 

You need not go alone. 

O Lord, are we not near the end? 

The path e'er grows more steep. 
The Lord made answer, Do not faint 

And in the end you'll reap. 

O Lord, each step guide Thou our feet, 

Until the end we see. 
May we not faint but ever pray, 

And trust, our God, in Thee. 



God is Good 

"All things work together for good to them that 
love God." 

O THINK not God is not ever good! 
Though often dark seems the way, 
If we the Infinite understood, 

Back of darkness would shine the day. 

O think not God is not ever good! 

Though the shadows hide the sun. 
Through all, the love of the Fatherhood 

Is seeking to bless each one. 

"Wait patiently and rest in the Lord," 

Ever trust His loving care. 
Look for the promises in His word 

And thy burdens He will share. 

For our God is love, and ever will care 
When we are bowed down by grief: 

From every sorrow we have to bear 
There surely will come relief. 

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54 GOD IS GOOD 

He will not allow thee more to bear 
Than by His strength can be borne. 

O believe it! and rest in His care. 
Back of darkness shines the morn. 



Christmas Hymn 

O HALLO WED day of days on earth, 
Anniversary of Thy birth, 
Proclaimed by angels* song, and star, 
And by the wise men from afar. 

Thus consecrated long ago 
By holy babe in manger low. 
May all our thoughts accepted be 
This day, so hallowed, Lord, by Thee. 

And thus by each, this day be kept 
In such a w^ay Thou canst accept 
Each deed that's done this Christmas day, 
Each one controlled by holy sway. 

And gathered 'round the bounteous board. 
With thankfulness remember, Lord, 
And mingle with our joy and mirth 
Diviner thoughts of Christ on earth. 



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Easter Hymn 

CHRIST lives! Blessed resurrection 
morn! 
That sacred day when Christ was borne 
By mighty power, from the grave: 
Thus through the darkness, light He gave — 
A promise of that longed for place 
Where we shall meet Him, face to face. 

O blessed day! The Christ did rise 
From death's dark tomb to open skies. 
Thus for all time did end death's sting, 
And made the world with gladness ring 
Of Omnipotent power to save 
For future life, the souls He gave. 

O calm and blessed Easter-tide ! 
To those who in the Christ abide. 
A view we have beyond the bier 
Of meeting friends we hold so dear; 
And evermore from sin made free, 
With them and with the Christ to be. 

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Heaven 

I'M looking forward to that ''happy land" 
Where those redeemed by Christ shall 
ever stand 
Near God's great throne, and truly wor- 
ship there 
When freed from all earth's pain and sin 
and care. 

I'm looking forward to that blessed abode 
Where every burden, care, and heavy load 
Will be among the things that we've laid 

down, 
And those who've borne the cross will wear 

the crown. 

I'm looking forward to that heavenly rest 
Prepared for them who've truly borne 

earth's test 
In faithfulness and love; have ever tried 
To honor Christ and in His love abide. 



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58 HEAVEN 

I'm looking forward to that place where we 

Will meet our friends so dear, and with 
them be ; 

Where souls who've longed for sweet com- 
munion here. 

Communion there enjoy, in heavenly 
sphere. 

Fm looking forward to your home and 

mine, 
Where we shall meet each other in God's 

time. 
I know that my Redeemer ever lives, 
And all who love and trust this heaven He 

gives. 



The Call 

HARK ! to the bells of heaven toll. 
Calling the weary to rest ; 
Art thou one of them, O my soul, 
Whose sun sinks now in the west? 

Can'st thou see the sun disappear 

In golden glory of sky, 
And feel that thou art drawing near 

That glorious home on high ? 

Dost thou feel no dread of night? 

Does twilight seem very near? 
Can'st thou see the golden light 

The other side, and not fear? 

Hark! to voices around the throne. 
So sweetly singing God's praise ; 

Can'st thou see among them thine own, 
These souls who in rapture gaze? 



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60 THE CALL 

Can'st thou see heaven's gates ajar? 

Through darkest night may there be 
Ever for me the guiding star, 

My Pilot — I hope to see. 



The Challenge of the Depths 

LAUNCH out! ne'er content to abide 
near the shoals ; 
Launch out on the deeps! — and grow 

strong, O my soul! 
Live not life as seemingly half asleep, 
But sail farther out, O my soul ! and dwell 
deep. 

Launch out where the heavens are blue and 

waves high; 
Live far from the earth and near to the 

sky; 
It is thus thou'lt find rest and sweet peace 

of soul, 
Far out on the sea where the deep billows 

roll. 

Thou wilt ne'er grow strong dwelling near 

to the shore ; 
It is there danger lies and the breakers 

roar. 

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62 CHALLENGE OF THE DEPTHS 

With the Saviour live, on the fathomless 

sea, 
Far from danger and harm He will there 

keep thee. 

With Jesus as Pilot to guide toward the 
sky. 

Thy ship o'er the deeps steered by con- 
science' clear eye, 

For a chart, God's word, when life's sail is 
o'er. 

Thou wilt land safe at last on heaven's 
calm shore. 



Praise 

HEAR little song-bird, up in the tree. 
Singing and singing so merrily ; 
Music which comes from your little throat, 
Sounding God's praise in every note ; 
Ever you're teaching us to fulfill 
Duty of praise, through happiest trill. 

Dear, sweet violet, raising your head 
Above the sod from your earthy bed. 
By your sweet and your dear modest ways 
You're ever teaching us songs of praise ; 
And you, white daisy, are ever, I'm sure. 
Singing God's praise by your looks so pure. 

May we thus praise our Father and King, 
And with the birds rejoice while we sing; 
Like the sweet violet, all our days, 
Pour out our souls in jubilant praise. 
Be like the daisy — spotless, demure — 
In praising our God by lives as pure. 



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A Vision of the Beyond 

I HAVE a vision of tliat bright beyond — 
A calm and radiant place — 
The varied scenes which ever come and go 
Reveal the Saviour's face. 

I see the loving great Physician near, 

With healing in His touch, 
Who healed so many, while on earth, of 
ills. 

And made them love Him much. 

I see that tender, loving Shepherd there, 

With children in His arms, 
And all the loving care for them He feels 

To keep the lambs from harm. 

I see the mighty King of glory there. 

And all before Him kneel 
To pay their homage to Him, through the 
love 
And rapture which they feel. 
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A VISION OF THE BEYOND 65 

I see the glory of that heavenly land 

That needs no light of sun ; 
I see the light which radiates from Him, 

And shines on every one. 

I see a place where never enters pain 

Nor sorrow nor a tear, 
Where all is happiness and blessed peace— 

There's naught to dread nor fear. 

Oh, blessed home !— of happiness and rest— . 

I see thee from afar, 
And when I cross the shore and so draw 
near, 

Would find the gates ajar. 



Faith 

LEAVE it all with Jesus, 
Cast you care on Him ; 
Though the way be dreary 
And the light be dim. 

Just believe His promise — 
He will answer prayer, 

If in Him abiding 
We'll be everywhere. 

Ever trust His mercy ; 

He has promised rest, 
And we need it sorely 

Oft, in life's hard test. 

May we thus abiding 
Stay our minds on Him, 

And have peace made perfect, 
When the light is dim. 



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Alone With Jesus 

ALONE, did you say? No, not alone; 
My Jesus ever is near ; 
If I but open my heart to Him, 
Then He will always appear. 

And so while seemingly Tm alone, 

And daylight is growing dim. 
Through prayer and song so closely I'm 
drawn, 

I feel that nearness to Him. 

So I would sometimes be left alone. 

And by His spirit be borne, 
Till through this close communion with 
Him 

There will break an endless morn. 



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Thankfulness 

I THANK Thee for much the past months 
have brought 
Of pleasure and comforts and friends, 
For blessings received of which I'd not 
thought — 
So many Thou kindly did'st send. 

There were some received I would not have 
had, 
Had they not come through bearing pain ; 
I'm forced to believe through days that 
were sad 
I could only receive such gain. 

For in looking back I can surely see 
Some things that to me are so dear 

Have come through the things not easy 
for me 
That I had to bear, it is clear. 



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Evening 

ANOTHER day has vanished from this 
earthly sphere; 
Each word that's said, each deed that's 
done, 
Can never be recalled — ^though some may 
grieve us here — 
They're all recorded, one by one. 

So may we live that every new to-morrow 
Will be more helpful than the last; 

Through words and deeds thus strive to 
cause no sorrow 
To be recorded when it's past. 

May we remember those who now are 
grieving, 
And strive to lessen care and pain ; 
Lead those around us to rejoice, believing 
That through brave suffering there is 
gain. 



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70 EVENING 

May we thus self forget in serving others' 
needs, 
And when the last long day is o'er, 
Find there recorded only kind and loving 
deeds 
In the beyond — across the shore. 



Answered Prayers 

SITTING alone at my sewing, 
Thus silently deep in thought, 
There came to me a lesson, 

Through the stitches slowly wronght. 

For one by one these stitches 
Were making the garment grow, 

One by one till it's finish 

Was made, though ever so slow. 

We often grow discouraged; 

Our answers to prayers so slow ; 
The first stitch the beginning 

Of garments complete we know. 

When that first prayer was uttered, 
With longing and earnest care. 

Then the first stitch was taken 

Towards the answer to that prayer. 



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72 ANSWERED PRAYERS 

Though we grow so tired waiting 
Some things to see and to knov»^, 

Our God will surely finish 
What we've prayed and longed for so. 



Christmas Bells 

MERRY Christmas! Merry Christmas! 
How the anthem swells ! 
Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas! 
Ring it, Christmas bells ! 

"Peace on earth, good-will to men !" 
Ring it o'er and o'er again. 
On the breeze so strong and wild. 
Sing about the Holy Child ! 

How He in a manger lay. 
Long ago, on Christmas day; 
How the wise men from afar, 
Guided by the Christ-Child star, 

Journeyed far and journeyed long; 
How the shepherds heard the song. 
As they watched their flocks by night, 
How they saw the wondrous light. 



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74 CHRISTMAS BELLS 

Ring it, merry Christmas bells ; 
Ring the wondrous news it tells, 
Of a Saviour come to earth, 
Of the blessed Christ Child's birth. 

Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas! 

How the anthem swells ! 
Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas! 

Ring it, Christmas bells ! 



On the Birth of a Friend's Baby 

ANOTHER little bud of life so dear. 
To blossom forth through love, the 
world to cheer. 
A wee, dear girl to you has just been 

brought, 
Received by you from God — a sacred 
thought. 

Another little soul, so white, so pure, 
That's ne'er been touched by spot of sin, 

we're sure. 
Was placed here for some purpose — yet to 

prove — 
Fulfilled, will help God's plan more swift 

to move. 

Dear friends, this little life, to you thus 

sent. 
Is just God's way of showing you He 

meant 



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16 THE BIRTH OF A FRIEND'S BABY 

There's something for Him — through it^ 

you can do. 
That ne'er without could have been done 

by you. 

Congratulations, that by Him you're 

thought 
Sufficient — through His strength, and by 

Him taught — 
To have so great a charge put in your 

care — 
Not yours alone — this burden He will 

share. 



The Fisherman's Wife's Lullaby 

HUSH, my dear babe, and quietly sleep ; 
Thou art in mother's arms; 
Jesus will watch o'er my baby keep; 
He will protect from harm. 

Hush, my dear baby — hushaby, dear ; 

Father will soon be home. 
Hark! for his boat is nearing the pier. 

Listen! for soon he'll come. 

Shut thy blue eyes and lay down thy head ; 

Mother'll not leave thee, dear ; 
Thou wilt be snug in thy cozy bed. 

Safe from the cold so near. 

Jesus is near thee — hushaby-by. 
So thou need'st have no fear; 

Hush, my dear baby, and do not cry — 
Hushaby, baby dear ! 



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Swing Low, Swing High — Lullaby 

THE hammock under the cherry tree 
Is waiting, my darHng babe for thee; 
'Twill swing the baby to slumberland, 
When gently guided by mother's hand. 
Swing low, swing high, 
My baby bye. 

Blossoms will fall from the cherry tree, 
Gently they'll drop, one by one, on thee ; 
They'll cover my babe with ermine spread, 
The while he sleeps in his hammock bed. 
Swing low, swing high. 
My baby bye. 

Methinks, from the smile on his dear face. 
He surely must be in some fair place — 
Perhaps in dreamland my own will play 
AVith angel babies this bright spring day. 
Swing low, swing high. 
My baby bye. 



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SWING LOW, SWING HIGH 79 

The angels will guard my baby's sleep, 
And all of the while a watch will keep. 
Now while he sleeps, good Shepherd, I pray 
To guide and keep him from harm alway. 
Swing low, swing high, 
My baby bye. 



Bylo Lullaby 

THE baby birds are in their nest ; 
The dear wee things have gone to rest ; 
They're cradled in the old oak tree ; 
Father bird sings to them merrily. 
Bylo, dear baby, bylo. 

When the breeze blows the cradle swings; 
Wee ones, under the mother's wings. 
The little lambs are in the. fold ; 
Mother safe will her baby hold. 
Bylo, dear baby, bylo. 

Now my sweet one must go to sleep ; 
Close the dear eyes and do not peep; 
Sand-man has come, baby eyes keep 
Closed, for the baby is sound asleep. 
Bylo, dear baby, bylo. 



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Dorothy 

I KNOW a dear little girl, 
Her years soon number three; 
I love her best of any 
The little girls I see. 

I know a sweet little girl, 

With curly hair — light brown — 
She's the dearest little girl 

To me in all the town. 

I know a nice little girl — 
"Emmy's sweetheart" is she. 

Now can you not guess her name? 
Sure ! — it is Dorothy. 



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Shut In 

1 DWELT in a land of shadows, 
The mountains dense and high, 
Keeping out the sunHght, 
Towering toward the sky. 

I dwelt so deep in the valley, 

The hills on every side, 
Longing so for sunlight 

And in it to abide. 

Whene'er I looked out 'twas mountains 
When in 'twas dark and drear. 

Hark ! was that not voices ? 
"Look up ! and do not fear." 

So I looked above the mountains, 
And saw the bright blue sky ; 

Ever a voice seemed saying : 
"Above the hills am L" 



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By the Fireside 

WHILE sitting by the fireside, 
In the embers' fitful glow, 
I seem to see framed pictures 
Of the past, which come and go. 

I see a sprig of girlhood, 
In a gingham apron check. 

Made long and full, to cover 
From the hem of dress to neck. 

To school I see her going. 

In her apron toilet clad. 
So very plain and simple 

Were the garments which she had. 

I see a quiet maiden. 

With a braid of light-brown hair, 
With dreamy eyes of hazel, 

And so free from troubled care. 



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84 BY THE FIRESIDE 

I see a bride stand, youthful, 
In her wedding dress of white; 

I see the look so trustful 

In her eyes which beamed with light. 

And then I see a mother, 

And a family I see — 
Three sons and one fair daughter 

Were all rocked upon her knee. 

I see a weary woman ; 

She is worn with pain and care, 
With bloom of youth no longer — 

Life has brought so much to bear. 

The embers now are fading, 

And the scenes are growing dim ; 

The pictures of the future, 

With their fate, I leave with Him. 



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